taking a class where I am going into a men’s prison to do theatre workshops and building relationships with the men and it is slaying me and ripping my heart to pieces and giving me so much hope and love for humans and so overwhelmed I m dead at 11:30 the morning
was just practice
all the bodies you’ve ever undressed
and ploughed in to
were preparing you for me.
i don’t mind tasting them in the
memory of your mouth
they were a long hall way
a door half open
a single suit case still on the conveyor belt
was it a long journey?
Did it take you long to find me?
You’re here now,